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Melancholic Quotes — page 23 of 412

Maya Angelou Poet, Memoirist
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“Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.”

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Muhammad al-Baqir Islamic Scholar
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“In his love for the world, the greedy is like the silkworm: the more it wraps in its cocoon, the less it has of escaping from it, until it dies of grief.”

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Kurt Cobain Musician, Singer-Songwriter
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“I really haven't had that exciting of a life. There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life. So I pretty much like to make it up. I'd rather tell a story about somebody else.”

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Carl Sagan Astronomer, Astrophysicist
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“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.”

Bruce Dickinson Musician, Author, Pilot
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“Iron Maiden is an institution, and I'm delighted that I'm involved in it, but there was a time that I wasn't delighted so I quit.”

Aldous Huxley Novelist, Essayist
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“Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficient means for going backwards.”

Arthur Miller Playwright, Essayist
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“Well, I spent six or seven years after high school trying to work myself up. Shipping clerk, salesman, business of one kind or another. And it's a measly manner of existence. To get on that subway on the hot mornings in summer. To devote your whole life to keeping stock, or making phone calls, or selling or buying. To suffer fifty weeks of the year for the sake of a two-week vacation, when all you really desire is to be outdoors, with your shirt off. And always to have to get ahead of the next fella. And still — that's how you build a future.”

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W. Somerset Maugham Novelist, Playwright
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“The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness. We must go through life so inconspicuously that Fate does not notice us. And let us seek the love of simple, ignorant people. Their ignorance is better than all our knowledge. Let us be silent, content in our little corner, meek and gentle like them. That is the wisdom of life.”

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Samuel Butler Novelist, Poet, Essayist
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“Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.”

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Tom Robbins Novelist, Essayist
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“On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.”

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Sylvia Plath Poet, Novelist
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“To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”

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Gabriel Garcia Marquez Novelist, Short Story Writer, Journalist
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“He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.”

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“Shortly after the 2004 Indonesian earthquake, I read that the earthquake had affected the rotation of the earth, shortening the length of our 24-hour day. Even though the change was extremely slight - only a few microseconds - I found the idea incredibly haunting.”

Joseph Heller Novelist
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“Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.”

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